• Hannah commented on the post, scuba 5 years, 9 months ago

    scuba steve is the anti-love of my life. He’s that annoying energetic type who says things like, “nice day for a swim, huh hun?”

  • Hannah commented on the post, prisoner 5 years, 9 months ago

    I am a prisoner to my hair. I will accomplish nothing until I have gotten all the tangles out – I fear I will never accomplish anything.

  • Hannah commented on the post, railway 5 years, 9 months ago

    My dad used to plant his strawberries on the railroad tracks down the road- no one owned that land – an old woman used to steal his crop every now and then. Like I said, no one owns land.

  • Hannah commented on the post, learn 6 years, 4 months ago

    I’ve learned that everyone is miserable, which is both comforting and depressing. Now I know even my misery is unoriginal.

  • Hannah commented on the post, real 6 years, 5 months ago

    It was so hard for me not to be something “real,” like an accountant or computer programmer, but the way that I am, I just couldn’t sit at a desk for 5 hours without losing my mind.

  • Hannah commented on the post, sweep 6 years, 5 months ago

    A gust of wind came suddenly, and we were in the dark. but we weren’t alone. Ticonderoga was there, and magazine inserts, fuzz balls, wrappers, even an old retainer.

  • Hannah commented on the post, size 6 years, 5 months ago

    The size of my hair changes with the moisture in the air. I have no say in the matter. It is it’s own entity, more stubborn than I

  • Hannah commented on the post, both 6 years, 6 months ago

    Both of the options were unfortunate: piss in the cup or piss in my pants.

  • Hannah commented on the post, somebody 6 years, 7 months ago

    Somebody told me I had the most beautiful curls today on the street. I ran into the nearest lingerie store. Homeless men give me the creeps.

  • Hannah commented on the post, themselves 6 years, 7 months ago

    They sit by themselves in the bathroom, eating crumbs of discarded Pop-Tarts and lint fuzz they have mistaken for bread. They wonder how they came to be in this soil-less land with no light.